<nc-section data-title="The Unexpected Meeting" data-color="red"> As I dismounted Thunder, I noticed a strapping figure emerging from the stables. He wore the emblem of the kingdom on his tabard, and his sword seemed to gleam in the fading light. "Greetings, young squire," he boomed, his voice as deep as the rumble of thunder. "I am Sir Roland, your mentor and trainer. You are Frederick, I presume?" I nodded, still a bit awestruck by the man's presence. "Well then, let us get you settled in and start your training immediately! We have much to cover." With that, he clapped me on the back and led me towards the main keep. I could not help but feel a sense of excitement and trepidation.</nc-section> <nc-section data-title="The Greeting" data-color="green"> As I tethered Thunder to the stable post, I noticed a soldier approaching. He was a tall, bearded man with a kind smile on his weathered face. "Ah, you must be our new squire, Frederick," he said warmly, extending a calloused hand. "I'm Sir Roland, and I'll be guiding you through your training." We shook hands, and he added, "Don't worry, lad. I'll teach you everything I know. Now, let's get you sorted in the barracks and start your first lesson." As we walked, I felt a sense of camaraderie with the knight, and I knew this wouldn't be as daunting as I had feared.</nc-section> <nc-section data-title="The First Impression" data-color="blue"> Upon arriving at the stables, I spotted a figure seated on a stool, polishing a sword. He looked up, his eyes squinting as he studied me. "So, you must be Frederick," he said, his voice gruff yet welcoming. "I'm Sir Roland. We'll be working together to prepare you to become a knight." He pushed himself to his feet, towering over me. His eyes seemed to bore into mine, and I felt a sudden urge to prove myself worthy. "Follow me," he commanded, leading me towards the keep. As we walked, I admired his stoic determination and wondered what challenges lay ahead.</nc-section>